Authors note: Hey, guys! This is the first fanfiction I ever publish here. I have been a member of fan fiction since I was 14/15 years old, and I will be turning 22 in the summer to come^^ I have planed this story quite a while now, and since my sister, who is five years younger than me, just started publishing her stories, I thought "hell, might as well publish some of my own stuff." and well, here I am. I have no idea yet how the story will turn out, but we'll have to wait and see^^ Hope you like it!
I DO NOT OWN THE CONEPT OF INUYASHA, NEATHER IT'S CHARACTERS, AND BELONG TO THE AWEZOME MANGAKA RUMIKO TAKAHASHI. THIS IS PURLY FANMADE BY ME, BUT THE STORY SO FAR IS MADE UP BY ME. SOME OC'S MIGHT TAGG ALONG, BUT I WILL VOICE THAT WHEN THE TIME COMES. ENJOY!
Summary: When Kagome's life is turned upside down she is driven to flee from her home and forced to disguise herself as a man to board the closest ship on the haven. What she doesn't know is that this very ship is one of the most feared pirate ships out there. She comes head to head with the strict captain silver and his crew, and with enemies in her heels her disguise is put to a test as she slightly starts to fall for the captain. Will they get a hold of Kagome? Will she ever see her family again? And who is this Silver guy anyway? Is he really who he claims to be?
Some of the Pairings: Inuyasha/Kagome, Kouga/Kagome, Miroku/Sango, Kouga/Ayame, Shippo/Kirara, and Sesshomaru/Rin.
Chapter one: Dreams and memories
This was the third time this month she had dreamt of him. He would appear in one of her dreams, but his face would be blurry as always. But somehow she felt like she knew this little boy from somewhere, a far of memory.
She would sit in the garden in her six years old form, on her favorite garden-swing and just stare at the sky while she listened quietly as the birds sang her favorite tunes. She used to close her eyes sometimes. As much as she liked the light, she found comfort in the dark. A sound caused her to open her eyes again. Her eyes searched but she couldn't find the source. The tune played again and this time she slid of the swing and started to walk around in the garden. The closer she got to the wall, the closer the music got. She went over a to the gardens iron gates that lead out to the flower garden outside her house.
Their house was placed on a small hillside which her dad and some of his friends had helped building when she still was in her mother's womb. Carefully she pushed the gates open, but she wasn't strong enough to get them fully open, so she had to squish herself through the small opening. Once she was through she tip toed to the corner and as silent as she could manage, she peered around it.
There sat a boy probably her age playing on a silver flute. He had raven hair just like her, only his hair was much sorter and boyish, his skin golden brown. The melody was so beautiful and calming, and the boy played it so softly. Suddenly the boy would stop, and turn to her. She couldn't see his eyes and his mouth would move, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. Then darkness would surround her again, and her eyes met the wooden roof of her room.
She shook her head and brought her hands up to her face. She tiredly rubbed her eyes and felt a yawn on its way.
As she was done yawning, she sat up in the bed. It was still slightly dark outside, but she figured she wouldn't get much sleep anyways so she decided to get dressed. She liked the idea of finally being able to dress herself for a change. She was turning 19 this month, but her mother still had her dressed up by the servants. She didn't hate ether her nor them for it, but she liked to do something on her own, and getting dressed was one of them.
She went over to the her closet to pick out something to wear. Dresses in all kinds of shapes, designs and colors hang inside her dressing room. She breathed deeply before she slid her hands from one dress to another. It's not like she had nothing to wear, but she had nothing that would fit her mood at the moment...
She preferred something comfortable over all that fluffy stuff. She remembered her old riding clothes and went to the back of the closet to open the up her old clothing chest. A lot of her clothes from before her father died lied inside of it. After he died, she had tried to hide away her memories of him in that chest, as a way for her to cope with his death. But it was not only containing her clothes from that time. Letters that her father had written to her while he was away was gently wrapped with a red ribbon, just the way she had left them 5 years ago, and a silver casket she once had received for her 11th birthday.
The colors blended into a weird mixture, and she noticed that the tears swirling up in her eyes was the reason behind the blur. She shook her head at the memories and placed the casket beside her knees, making room for her to rummage more freely in the chest.
She found her dark red pants, still a bit dirty from her very last horseback trip with her father, but she preferred them dirty than smoothen and clean. She also found one of her light white shirts with a slightly high collar, and her dark blue riding jacket with golden buttons.
As she putt on her clothes she was amazed how well it still fitted her, but they were quite large to her at that time. She combed her fingers through her raven black hair, bringing it up into a slightly loose ponytail. She took a quick glance outside the window by her bed. The dawn was braking and behind the mountains she could glimpse the sunrays slowly climbing their way over them. She took the ribbon out of her mouth and twirled it three times around the tail before she tied it into a tight knot. She went over to the closet again, and took out her father's riding boots. She slid into them with ease, and wasn't surprised to find them still a bit big for her small feats, but she liked them that way.
To not wake her mother and the others she went over to her window, carefully opened it and brought her left foot up to slide through it. She was only halfway through when she heard her door creak, and froze. Slowly she slightly turned her upper body only to find, to her relief, one of her servants but also her best friend, smiling.
"Going somewhere, Miss Kagome?" The servant spoke, she herself was fully dressed, a smile formed in the corner of her mouth. "Oh, Sango, Good morning. Well you know the morning is still young and the air is so fresh in the morning you see."
Kagome explained as she sat down where she left of and smiled, the breeze stroking her softly through the hair. "Perfect for a horse trip, huh?" Sango spoke, crossing her arms as she leant her shoulder onto the door frame, one brow risen higher than the other. "Yeah!" Kagome beamed, completely forgetting her manners and the whole "sneaking" idea. She cleared her throat in an attempt to try again " I mean yes. I mean no!" She almost hit herself from mental distress.
Sango burst out in laughter, and was shortly followed by Kagome, both of them finding it hard to stop. Sango shook her head in plain resignation, tears still lingering in her eyes."Oh well. Mind if I tag along?"
"It would be a pleasure to have you accompany me, Sango" Kagome smiled. "Well then, what are we waiting for?"
"It's settled then. I will go and ask Shippo to get the horses ready, they really have been kept still for far too long" Sango said before she turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Kagome almost jumped out of pure bliss. It's been such a long time since she last sat on the horse back.
She climbed fully through the window and stood up in her full length, stretching her arms high and fully over her head. The air felt so nice against her skin. She exhaled deeply, letting the fresh cold air fill her tired lungs. She opened her eyes and looked in awe at the landscape surrounding their small mansion. Trees stretched as far as her eyes could see, the flowers in the garden below swayed softly in the breeze, small drops of the night rain still lingered in the grass and glittered in the morning light. Birds had begun to wake up and filled the air with uneven but beautiful tunes of music. She could smell the scent of fresh bread from the kitchen, making her slightly hungry. Their kitchen chef, Kaede, made the best food in the whole country, probably the world but the hunger had to wait.
The roof tiles were still slippery from the rain, so she had to sit down and slide her way over to the tree branches close to the house. Once she had a good hold of one of the thicker branches, she climbed down with ease. Her feet landed softly on the grass surface surrounding the garden tree, but she was careful not to step on any of the flowers as she made her way over to the stable. She heard talking as she closed in, and had a guess whose voice it belonged to.
When she entered the through the gates of the stable, she found Shippo and Kirara talking outside of her horse's box and smiled as she made her way through wards them. Shippo was also one of their servants, but he was more like a brother to her. Her real brother almost died of chickenpox when he was very young, but now he was as frisky as he'd ever been. He was out of the country at the moment, but would return at the end of this month.
Shippo's brown hair were as wild as ever, and tied up in an poor attempted ponytail. He wore his usual dark blue pants, a light blue shirt with leaf patterns underneath his light brown leather vest. He was a really cute boy of his age; she still couldn't understand why such a sweet boy was abandoned by his own parents. He was left on their staircase in one small straw-basket one cold December night. Kagome was only 6 at that time.
Kirara on the other hand was adopted into Sango's family and was in the same age as Shippo, separating them with only a few months, were Kirara was the youngest. She had a beautiful straight golden hair, loosely hanging down to her shoulders. Her eyes wore a hazelnut brown color, her skin was painted in a beautiful golden tan. She wore a red pirate shirt with a shorter collar, where the arms was rolled up to her elbows, the bottom part packed into her white pair of pants. She was as gorgeous as always.
Sango's family claimed that they owed her father their life after he and his troops saved them from the civil war cruelness fifteen years ago. Kagome was only 4 at that time.
Her father had tried to tell them that they owed him and his family nothing, that he was only doing his duty, but they insisted on it and after days of arguing they were taken into the family. Her father saw Sango's father as his friend, not a servant no matter what, and as the years passed they became as brothers. With that, Kagome and Sango grew up as sisters separating them with two years, where Sango was the oldest.
Kagome's family never treated them as servants. They were like family to them and would never be treated otherwise.
"You know me, Kirara. I never run of when things get to scary, so you can always lean on me!" Shippo boasted, his head highly lifted and his nose poking the roof like it always did in those situations. He didn't seem to have noticed her approach, and continued his bragging even when she stoped right beside them. Shippo had his back to her, so it was no surprise that Kirara was the one to notice her. Kagome laid one finger in front of her own mouth to silence her and gave her a wink with her eye. Kirara let her eyes fall back at Shippo, but a small smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.
Carefully Kagome leaned inn close and blew into his ear. The scream that followed was surly to be heard by the whole town miles away. Kagome and Kirara laughed as they watched Shippo hang onto one of the wooden planks over them. "Awww, well aren't you a tough one? I'm glad we can all depend on you in situations like this, don't you agree, Kirara?" Kirara just continued laughing. "T-that wasn't fair! You're not allowed to sneak up on me like that! That's cheating!" Shippo screamed, his face starting to regain color again, fast.
"Good morning, miss Kagome." Kirara smiled and bowed her head to her. Kagome smiled and bowed back. She heard steps behind her, and turned to find Sango laughing behind them. "Well, if the house wasn't awake before it surely is now" Shippo muttered insults as he climbed down, causing them to start laughing again.
Sango and Kagome were on their way back when they saw Shippo approach them in high speed at the meadow close to the house. They halted their horses and waited for him to close up to them. When he arrived he was so out of breath he had to lean on Kagome's horse to steady himself. "Ko-a... hrt.. in y... hse... ury.." he breathed but neither Kagome nor Sango could catch any of the words he was saying.
"What is it, Shippo? Speak loud and clear so we can hear you" Sango said as she brought her horse closer.
Shippo took a deep breath and fumbled himself into a standing position, his green eyes met Kagome's hassle ones. With shaking voice he spoke up more clearly this time.
"Kouga just arrived and is he is badly hurt. Hurry!"
Her body froze as his words hit her. She threw a glance in Sango's direction who was just as shocked as her. They gave sign for the horses to speed up, and Sango picked up Shippo on go.
Kagome burst through the door and the scent of blood filled her nose "We're in here, dear" she heard her mother call from the living-room and ran inside. She found her sitting close to the green sofa, her hand resting on one of his hands. Kagome didn't need to see her mother's face to know his wounds where serious. Her body was as tense as hers. All around the floor lay blood-filled rags, barely any white left on them. Kaede was already there tending Kouga's wounds, and barely looked up when Kagome approached them. As his face came in view her hands flew up to cower her mouth to keep herself from screaming. She had to steady herself against her mother's chair to not risk falling. "Oh, mom... His eye!" her voice cracking, tears swirled up in her eyes.
The scene in front of them were horrifying. Cuts and blood were all over his body, but what scared her the most was the gaping wound in his stomach. The blood kept pouring out through Kaede's hands, and his breathing got weaker by the second. "You, get more rags! You there, fetch some water! I need more alcohol to clean his wounds, hurry!" Kaede's voice kept shouting orders, her voice filling the room repeatedly, but to Kagome it was all blurry. Her eyes was to focused on Kouga's face. She was seeing her father's death all over again and her breath caught in her throat. "KAGOME!" Her head shot up and met Kaede's eyes. "This is no time for you to mourn, he's not dead yet but he will be if you don't do exactly as I say, you hear me?" Her voice a bit calmer now that she had Kagome's attention. Kagome nodded shakily and stepped closer.
She heard footsteps and turned to find Sango panting in the doorway. Her eyes went from Kaede's bloody hands to the shaken Kagome, to Kouga's mangled body and back to Kaede's stern gaze again "Sango, get the herbs from the kitchen, fast." Sango nodded. "Yes ma'am" she said nothing more and ran off through wards the kitchen. "Kagome, you come here with me. I need you to press this clothing to his stomach and hold it there while I prepare the needle." Kagome hesitated. "NOW!" This woke her up and something impulsive drove her body to act. She quickly grabbed the clothing from one of the servants and pressed it firmly against the wound. The cloth was already drenched in alcohol and Kouga hissed as it came in contact with his stomach. She heard Sango run back into the room, but she didn't turn to look. Kaede ordered Sango to hold down Kouga's legs in case he would jump up when the stitches were strung.
It all seem to have happened so fast. Kouga's shouts and broken screams, the blood, fast footsteps came and went, seconds, minutes, hours. A light tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality and to her surprise discovered it was already dark outside. She turned her head and found a tired Sango standing behind her. "It's alright, Kouga is safe now so you can let go of the clout." she smiled down at her and gave sign she would help her up. "Let's get you washed up and into bed, it's getting late."
When Kagome let down her shoulders she realized just how tired she was, and hadn't it been for Sango she wouldn't have managed to get back up of the floor. "Where is he?" she asked weakly, her voice a bit hoarse from the lack of use the past hours. "Kaede had my father and Kohaku carry him upstairs to your brother's room. Kaede is up there with him now, I sent your mother to bed so you don't have to worry about her." Sango said as she lay her arm around Kagome's waist to steady her, stepping closer to the stairs.
Quiet voices could be heard as they entered the second floor. Kaede came to view at the end of the narrow corridor. Kagome didn't see who she was talking to, but she guessed it was some of the servants. When they approached, the person Kaede was speaking to seconds ago were nowhere to be seen, but Kagome was too tired to care at the moment. Kaede turned to them and gave a tired smile. "His life is saved for now. He had an guardian angel tonight that's for sure, but we have to keep an eye on him in the future. We must be careful from now on. Someone wanted him specific, dead." Kagome froze. Someone wanted Kouga dead? Kaede's eyes narrowed and passed them on her way to the stairs.
But why? Kagome felt a warm hand linger on her shoulder. "You were remarkably today, miss Kagome. You made your mother proud" Kaede spoke warmly before she turned and walked with her hands crossed behind her back, her steps fading down the stairs.
Sango cleaned her hair while they waited for the water to fill up in the tube. Her hands gently massaged the soap into her hair and soon replaced it with water. Kagome closed her eyes as she felt the water stream down her body. When Sango gave signal for her to step into the tub, she didn't resist. The hot water felt comfortably against her tired body. She watched as the clean and clear water were painted red. A shiver went through her spine at the thought of it once belonging to Kouga. She let Sango clean her hands, amazed of how much blood still lingered on them. When she was done, she removed the plug from the tube, and crimson water disappeared through the small hole.
Kagome stood up and received a crème colored towel to dry herself of. When she was done she got a new and bigger one to wrap herself into and stepped out of the tube.
The walk to her room was long and silent. When they entered her room Sango went and lit the candles near the bed then went to find something for Kagome to sleep in. "You don't have to, Sango. I can find them myself. You are just as tired as I am, so you should get yourself washed up and go to bed." Kagome tiredly spoke, barely keeping her own eyes open. "I don't mind, Kagome. I can relax as soon as I know you are in bed and sleeping" Sango said as she stepped out of the dressing room with a light blue nightgown. Kagome smiled weakly and shook her head. After Sango had helped her on with the dress, she gave signal for her to enter the bed. She was barely touching the pillow before she was sent off to sleep. Sango laughed silently before she whispered a tired good night and shut the door behind her.